Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
It is not a fragrant world.
She had eyes like strange sins.
But nothing seems to do any good.
To say goodbye is to die a little.
I'm killing time and it's dying hard.
Tall, aren't you? I didn't mean to be.
California, the department store state.
The more you reason the less you create.
I certainly admire people who do things.
Could she *be* anymore out of my league?
I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday.
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
LA doesn't have the heart of a paper cup.
All reading for pleasure is entertainment.
If you liked a book, don't meet the author
A really good detective never gets married.
You can't have everything, even in California
Dames lie about anything - just for practice.
The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.
If you don't leave, I'll get somebody who will.
A good title is the title of a successful book.
When the plot flags, bring in a man with a gun.
The kind of lawyer you hope the other fellow has.
She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.
He (The Agent) just takes ten per cent of your life.
She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.
She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.
The streets were dark with something more than night.
The streets were dark with something more then night.
Mostly I just kill time," he said, "and it dies hard.
I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.
Organized crime is the dirty side of the sharp dollar.
The challenge is to write about real things magically.
Courage is a strange thing: One can never be sure of it
A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled.
They write them long because they can't write them short.
It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.
Shake your business up and pour it. I haven't got all day.
I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.
If you believe in an idea, you don't own you, it owns you.
There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.
The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.
I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.
A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)
Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.
A dead man is the best fall guy in the world. He never talks back.
I was neat, clean, shaved and sober and I didn't care who knew it.
You can always tell a detective on TV. He never takes his hat off.
A nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy.
A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's lime juice and nothing else.